Chapter 1 #2
He snorts a laugh, but before we can talk some more, the Uber pulls up to the hotel.
“Whoa,” he says again, staring at the old building.
“Wait until you see the suite.”
When we reach my room, Jason explores the space with childlike wonder.
“Whoa,” he says for the thousandth time.
Then he rushes to the bed and divebombs it like a toddler.
The comforter and pillows puff into the air until they settle down on the bed.
He rolls over onto his back and drags his arms along the blanket, doing snow angels.
“Damn, this is comfortable. I had no idea architects pay this well.”
“They do if they own the business.”
He lifts his head, his eyes wide. “Whoa. That’s cool.”
Jesus, if he says ‘whoa’ one more time…
I start to unbutton my dress shirt as he lies there, spread-eagled. “Do you need to clean up?” I ask him.
Jason sits up, smiles shyly, and shakes his head. “Nah, I… I prepped because I was hoping to find someone to fuck me. How’d you know?”
I shrug and toe off my shoes. “Vibes.”
“Yeah, I’m generally vers, but I’d rather get fucked.”
“Excellent. Time to get naked.”
“Oh, right…”
He stands from the bed and yanks off his T-shirt, exposing miles of abs.
At least he’s nice to look at. He then ambles my way to help me finish unbuttoning my shirt.
When he looks up at me, I notice his eyes are a dark brown, and his lashes are thick.
They remind me of a deer. They’re soft, innocent, and wide.
He looks at my eyes, too, and says, “Love your eyes. I’m really into green. It’s my favorite color.”
“Thanks.”
I slide my shirt off my arms, drape it over the accent chair, and remove my belt. Jason takes the opportunity to run his hands through my chest hair. “I like this. Can I kiss you?”
I would rather simply fuck and be done with it, but instead of telling him no, I nod my head.
Jason leaves his hands resting on my chest and tilts his face upward.
I lean in and capture his lips. They’re soft and full.
His kiss is tentative as his tongue explores my mouth, almost like he’s uncertain what to do.
I doubt he’s kissed anyone else besides his ex for a long time, and it shows.
I take over the kiss by gripping his jaw, forcing his head upward to consume his mouth, my tongue dominating.
He moans, and I swallow the sound. When I pull away, I nibble on his bottom lip before letting go.
“I like how you kiss,” he rasps.
“Thanks.” My hand rests on his head, and I grab a fistful of hair, then I push him down until he’s on his knees in front of me. “Pull me out. Let’s see what kind of mouth you have.”
“Okay…”
He unzips my slacks and pulls them down with my underwear.
They pool around my ankles, and he wraps his fingers around my length, tugs on my cock, and swipes his tongue over the head.
He quickly rubs me, his hand twisting on the upstroke.
It doesn’t take long before I’m hard. When I am, he opens his mouth and chokes me down to the root.
I hiss and try not to shut my eyes as he takes me so deep. “Oh, that’s nice. What a good mouth you have.”
My hands rest on either side of his head as I pull back and slide in again. His eyes water, and there’s a lot of drool, but that’s the best kind of head. I like it messy where my partner is gagging on my cock.
Right as the arousing pressure builds, I slip out of his mouth, a long trail of saliva caught between my tip and his bottom lip. Extra hotness.
“Strip naked,” I tell him again as I slip out of my pants and underwear, kicking them away.
He’s breathless and wide-eyed as he stands and rushes out of his jeans and underwear.
“Good, now get into the bed, ass up.”
He does as he’s told and looks at me over his shoulder. I have to admit that Jason has a nice ass.
“Just use a condom, please,” he says.
“Always.”
I grab a condom and a lube packet from my wallet on the floor next to my slacks and drop them on the nightstand.
“Ready for me?” I ask to make sure I have his full consent.
“Yeah, so ready.”
I stand at the foot of the bed, stare at his ass, and stroke myself until I’m fully hard again.
When my cock is ready, I open the condom wrapper and roll it on before climbing onto the bed.
With the lube packet in hand, I open it, pour the contents into my hand, and spread it across my palms. Instead of working him open with one finger, I insert two. Jason grunts, bears down, and takes it.
“There you go… you’ll take my cock easily enough.”
After the third finger, I ask, “Ready for me?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Are you sure?”
He looks back at me, except his eyes are downcast and he’s frowning. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
He doesn’t look sure, so I eye him until he glances away. “Do it,” he orders.
“Yes, sir.”
After wiping my oiled hand on the hotel quilt, I line my cock up with his hole, work myself inside him about halfway before pulling back and sinking in all the way to the root.
“Hell, yeah,” I hiss.
Jason stays face down, ass up, and clinging to the sheets beneath him. I claw at his hips, pulling him toward me as I thrust into him deep and hard.
It takes me a longer time to come these days, so I mostly focus on his pleasure first, wiggling my hips to brush over his prostate. When I hit it, he groans and pushes his ass back for more.
Usually, I talk dirty to my partner, but I’m not up for it tonight. I only want to fuck, forget, and be done with it.
I close my eyes and just feel his tight heat around my cock, blocking out cruel mothers and long workdays. Once I sense the first threads of pressure, I lean forward, reach around my partner, and fist his cock, which is weeping at the tip.
“God, yeah… It’s so good,” he pants between my thrusts. “You’re good at this. I’m so close.”
Already? Interesting.
Sure enough, he squeezes the hell out of my cock and spills over my hand and onto the bed.
“Mhmphfmah…” he mumbles into the pillow as he comes.
When he’s finished, I wipe my hand on the sheets again and pound into his ass. My eyes are squeezed tightly, trying to get lost in the sex as I conjure up some fantasy, but nothing pushes me. Nothing gets me going.
I don’t know how long I rail into him, but it’s long enough for me to grow frustrated and worried that I’m hurting or boring him.
Right when I’m about to give up, the pressure builds again.
I chase the sensation and try to find a fantasy in my memory banks, one that’s a little taboo to push me over that edge.
Then I come into the condom. Fucking finally. The relief is almost palpable. The last thing I want is to appear as if I have some erectile dysfunction issues. Jesus, what the fuck’s wrong with me?
When I’m finished, I pinch the condom and pull out. I tie it off, climb out of bed, and toss it into the bathroom garbage. After I wash my hands, I return with a towel to lay over the wet spot.
Instead of finding a satiated man, I see a weeping one. He keeps his face turned away from me, but he’s sniffling.
Christ. I breathe out a quiet sigh, sit on the edge of the bed, and rest my hand on his back. Jason rolls over, sits up, wraps his arms around me, and cries into my neck.
My brow shoots to my hairline, and my arms are spread away from me.
I don’t want to hold him. It’s not that I’m some cold bastard, but it’s triggering me.
It reminds me of the day I kicked my ex out of my life after ten years together because I learned he was a serial cheater.
I’m still fucking salty over it, even after four years.
And I’d cried just like Jason, but I had no one to hold on to.
“I’m so sorry,” he says between gasps. “I’m aware of how bad this looks. It’s not you, I swear. The sex was really good.”
“I know it’s not. I understand what it’s like to be abandoned by someone you love.”
When he sits up and wipes his face, I head back to the bathroom to grab him the complimentary box of tissues the hotel provides. He takes a few when I offer them and blows his nose. “God, I feel like an idiot, and you’re so understanding.”
“You’re fine.”
Not gonna lie, I’m incredibly uncomfortable. A fuck has turned into a therapy session. And I hate being reminded of him, my fucking ex. But I’m not about to be a dick about it either, not to someone so raw and exposed.
“Well, if you ever see your ex again, you can tell him you had the best rebound with the sexiest older man ever, and that he missed out on something great,” I say and wink at him.
He snorts a wet laugh and blows his nose again. “That’s funny. Thanks for this. I just might do that.”
He wads up the tissue, pads to the bathroom to piss, and comes out, standing there awkwardly and still naked. He really is beautiful; his body is stunning.
“Uhm, can I stay? I know this is a… one-night thing, but…”
“That’s why I got the room. I may do one-night stands, but I don’t kick them to the curb right after we do the deed,” I smirk at him, trying to keep things lighter. “I’ll at least make you some coffee.”
He gnawed on a plump bottom lip and climbed into bed. “Can I ask another favor?”
“You can ask.”
“I’m starving. I didn’t eat much because of… well, you know.”
“Let’s order some room service. I could use a bite to eat myself.”
“Thanks, you’re… so nice.”
I’m not. Not really. But something in him calls to me beyond his looks. Too bad there won’t be more with him. There will never be more with anyone. Not anymore.